Joe Budden

Joe Budden - Check Me Out lyrics

rate me

Now let me ask you a question

Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin?

Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?

Now he all gassed up by his presence

Some tell me that my music is depressing, but

The best rapper in the world, I was destined

Jumpoff! Must be the exception

Am I the only one that's progressing in the recession?

They tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it

I never heard more false words spoken

So, if I told you I'm a leave your wrist frozen

I was either lying to you or just joking

You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking,

You could, stomach how your sheets get like the ocean

You could jerk me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open

And have trouble gettin a token

I grew up a lil, see I'm much more mature,

My repar is one you can adore

That wasn't always the case so that's for starter

I'm enjoying the hood, the one after father

I used to invest in heroin

With money in Maryland, not Marrow Lynch

Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs,

And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in Saks

Sing it!

Uh, check me out now!

When I was younger I used to get ass for sport

Now I'm less about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts

Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, I regress

I'm more into her thoughts on sex

And the property, fuck what's across my neck

Be clear, I'm more into her career then her hair

Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable

I'm worried about her account, is she accountable?

Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish

The roof don't drop but it's panoramic

And I know haters can't stand it

So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit

We don't fall flat, and we never cave in

I leave pressure right to my doormat

All that adversity never worried me

If anything it feeds me, it a nourished me

I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction

Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching

No fitted, T, Kid Robot

These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig botox

Into entering clubs, dodging photogs

So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog

Go hard, no prob, that's the plan

No laughing joke son, I'm a grown ass man

Check me out now!

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